Michelle Werbeck
Bio
WCU'22
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Stories (14/0)
Delusional
She believed in me in a way no one else ever has and probably ever will. Yet, I still betrayed her. Or at least I am right now. The worst part is she doesn’t even know and she still thinks that the two of us are going to grow old and have kids together. How do I tell her that I can no longer envision that...at least not with her. She falls more and more in love with me every day while I’m falling apart inside. She thinks I’m happy when nothing could be further from the truth.
By Michelle Werbeck3 years ago in Humans
Freshman Year of College
Tomorrow starts the beginning of exam week, which means my freshman year of college will be coming to a close and I can honestly say I’m both happy and sad. This year has come with so many challenges but has also included some good times.
By Michelle Werbeck5 years ago in Humans
My Ideal Future
The tears hit me around 10:00 pm. My world was falling apart, and I could barely stand, let alone see straight. Suddenly my plans for the future were skyrocketing out of control and I was hit with a dilemma. I had to make a choice. A choice that would affect my future as well as the possibility of having a family in the future.
By Michelle Werbeck5 years ago in Motivation
I Promise
The waitress took our plates away from us as we sat and talked to one another in the restaurant. It was a small restaurant with dim lighting. An older couple was sitting at the table next to us smiling. Once the waitress was gone, he placed his hand inside his jacket pocket and removed a small box. I smiled from ear to ear, already knowing what it was. He placed the small box in front me saying, “I really don’t know why I’m so nervous about this because I’m not actually proposing to you yet.” For a few minutes, he talked about how much he loved me, how this was our promise to one another that we would stay faithful to each other, and someday marry one another. After that he had me open the box and he placed the ring on my finger. I stared at it smiling. It was a promise ring. A ring that represents a relationship that isn’t quite ready or in our case “too young” for marriage.
By Michelle Werbeck5 years ago in Humans
Shoe Collection
My shoe obsession started when I was 16 and directly coincided with my boy obsession. It all started with my first boyfriend Joshua. He told me that he was no good and had a dark heart and I chose to ignore this... at first. When our relationship started, it was fine. We did typical things teenage couples did like going to the movies and out to the mall. The movies usually consisted of blood and gore or zombies, but I didn’t mind because he had captured my heart and I liked seeing him happy and excited about something for a change... even if that was blood and gore or zombies. Usually, on our outings, we would end up just hanging around the food court, but this day was different. I had been given money and instructed by my mother to buy myself a new pair of shoes because the old sneakers I had were old and trashy.
By Michelle Werbeck5 years ago in Humans
Mourir, Décéder (To Die) (Ch. 1)
The year was 1996 and I was working a dead end job reporting for some local paper. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t exactly easy either. In our small town it was the same thing every week. You go out and interview someone much older and wiser, or talk and wish someone a happy birthday, and collect obituaries after someone in the community died. The only thing that wasn’t overly consistent was the new women that would come to town to join the nunnery. No one really paid any mind to them though. They all dressed the same...I mean they dressed like nuns. Some of the girls I went to high school with graduated and decided to join it. Apparently, it was their dream. Weird dream if you ask me.
By Michelle Werbeck5 years ago in Horror
3 Senses
The first time I met her we were both in a coffee shop. She smelled of honeydew and summer time. Her laugh was like a sunrise. It started out deep and dark and then slowly grew into a bright shining beam of light. I stepped up to order and told the man at the register what I wanted. He rung it up and I struggled with the change in my pocket when I heard her footsteps moving towards the door.
By Michelle Werbeck6 years ago in Humans
A Good Book
The snow was falling outside the window of the old bookstore. You could tell the store was old from the mold in every corner and the smell of cats. As I sifted through each bookshelf, I could tell most of these books haven’t been looked at in years because they were dusty, and their spines were slowly falling apart like little old ladies.
By Michelle Werbeck6 years ago in Horror